I said I would post soon so here I am! Irene's POV. I'm not sure if I'm a good writer, so please review, I'll be more than happy :) Anyway, enjoy! Xx

She wasn't sleeping, and she was aware he was awake. She could feel his fingers tracing around her back. It was oddly comforting. She didn't feel like a dominatrix now. She felt like a "normal girl". Who was in love. She wasn't proud of it. It made her weak and vulnerable. Not like Irene Adler at all. But she liked him and that was all that mattered. She wondered if he felt anything for her. Yes, he probably did. Hopefully, he did..

She decided to open her eyes. He had already closed his. She took in all his beautiful features. His cheekbones -which she finally got to slap-, those wonderful blue eyes, his dark, curly hair. She loved his hair. It had a minty smell, and was now messed up. Which she thought was adorable. He was perfect. She stroked his face in an attempt to wake him. She'd startled him, but he didn't open his eyes. After exactly 8 seconds though, he did. She stared at him intensely, remembering last night.

"Twice." She said with an evil grin forming on her face. He looked confused. He didn't have a clue. She waited a bit and said,

"The great Sherlock Holmes, begging for mercy twice." he looked petrified. It was adorable. You could see he was having a hard time finding an answer. If only she had her camera phone with her.

"I believe it was only once, Miss Adler." he finally said.

"No, I carefully counted dear. It was twice. Though, I think you weren't quite yourself the second time." She was smirking big time now. He just replied with a groan. How Sherlockish, she thought. If you don't have an answer, act like you're bored. But he couldn't fool her. She could read him easily. He wasn't the only smart one in this room.

"So, when am I supposed to leave? He looked almost sad when she said that.

"I've found you a place on a transportation boat. It leaves the dock at eleven." He said in a bored tone, but this was Sherlock. He always seemed bored.

"Eleven? It's only seven now..." she said in a suggestive tone.

"So?" oh he looked so adorable when he was confused. He didn't get what she was trying to say.

"We have a little time..."

"Yes, I know that. Anyone can come to that conclusion." He still didn't get it.

"Mr. Holmes, I'm saying that maybe we could make that "twice" into a three or a four. Or maybe even a five?" Ok, now he got it. A big smile covered his face. A genuine smile. This made her think, that maybe he was in love with her too..but no. No, it wasn't like Sherlock to be in "love". But when you come to think of it, it wasn't like Irene Adler, the dominatrix, to be in love either.

"I doubt it will ever come to a five. Not even a four" he said, still smiling.

"Oh, so you'll beg for a third time then?"

"It won't be me begging this time, it'll be you!" And with that he started kissing her fiercely. Now that was not like Sherlock at all. Maybe, just maybe...he had feelings for her too..